and try or do something new.
Goodness, our weather is so changeable. Yesterday I was outside most of the day working in the garden enjoying T shirt temperatures. Today, is quite a lot cooler.
This morning bright and early, MrC and I prepared to drive up to
CWSA range for a falling plate shoot. We were almost out the door, when MrC asked if I wanted to take a jacket. I did have a T shirt and a zip up hoodie on but thought it may sprinkle a little as the skies were rather overcast, so tossed my jacket onto the back seat of the car.
Later on that morning, I thanked my honey for the good advise in prompting me to take a jacket, as I ended up wearing my jacket over my T shirt and hoodie. Yes, it was that cool and the sun did not warm things up until we had done shooting around noon, and even then, it was not anywhere near yesterdays temperatures.
Driving up to the range, we passed by Greenbank, where the annual
Loganberry Festival was being held, and I mentioned, that next year, if there was not a match at the range, I would drive up to Greenbank and wander around the festival to check out what was going on.
As we drove back home, my tummy started to tell me it was time to eat and I said to MrC I was hungry, to which he replied, "there are food booths at the Loganberry festival, we can stop by and grab something to eat"
You did not have to ask me twice, I said "let's do it" so we found a place to park the car and started our walk around the farm. MrC went towards the stage to listen to the band which was playing and I went in search of food.
All I had to do was follow the enticing aroma of food wafting on the breeze. I passed by the wine tasting booths. Actually, I looked at all the delicious wines, and decided it would not be a good idea to sample on an empty stomach, falling down drunk was not on the agenda for today *grin* I passed by a hot dog stand, no, that is not what the taste buds were searching for, same with the Greek food, didn't want healthy organic filled wraps, did not want curly fries, seafood, hmmmm perhaps, no that is not what I want, THEN, I saw a booth which had a large sign on the front saying African Food.
Now
here was something which made me sit up and take notice. I asked myself, Just what kind of food do they eat in Africa? only one way to find out, go get some.
I can tell you, I was not disappointed. There were several different choices to be made and I chose to buy the combination plate. The combination plate consisted of black eyed peas, hominy, a green vegetable, which could have been spinach, and a Samoosa which is a triangular, filled pastry, probably an egg type wrapper, which was fried. All the different foods were prepared with wonderful spices, garlic, and other ingredients I could not identify, and I was offered a choice of three different sauces, and was given all three around the edge of the plate.
What a delightful taste sensation, I could have gone back for seconds, if I had not wanted to leave room for a chocolate dipped, loganberry ice cream bar made locally by Mike Rudd & Mary Stoll of Whidbey Ice cream Co.
What another great day in the life of Keewee and her sweetheart MrC.
Yesterday I picked a small bucket full of wild blackberries to make a batch of freezer jam.
GLEANER
As soon as it was out of the box, and before reading the instruction manual. I popped a couple of batteries in the camera and went out to my garden and snapped a picture of this flower to see what the Kodak could do. Not bad EH? Just imagine what images I will be able to create when I finally figure out all the settings available for my use.
MrC's hero Quick Cal.
Quick Cal adjusting the holster in just the right position.
You would think you could not miss a target which is two feet across and just fifteen in front of us. You can miss them alright as we both found out.
Put some cowboy boots, shirt and stetson on MrC and he would look the part.
Yes, I was talked into trying out fast draw by MrC. First they had to find a holster small enough, then I had to figure out how to shoot a revolver, never having done so before.
Gritting my teeth with the effort and concentration it took to shoot my first revolver
These friends decided to have a "shootout" they sure had us laughing at their antics.
I forgot to mention to MrC that I had washed all the range dust off my feet in the bathtub and when he sat down and swung his feet into the tub his socks got wet *chuckle*
On Friday night, most of the shooters, and their families, gathered in the hotel courtyard and two adjoining rooms, to enjoy a meal and fellowship. There was a whole lot of BS going on too.
We could choose chicken or beef, or as I did some of each. The food was well prepared and tasty.
Under the umbrella on the left, was the bar and vegetables, fruit, salsa and chips were on tables on each side. We sure did not go hungry or thirsty.
Mike P, Linda and Hawk, three shooters from the squad MrC was in. We sure did enjoy meeting these fun folks and hope to see them next year.
MrC giving it his best shot, pun intended *grin*
The squad waiting while Linda is shooting.
Hawk, has his left foot off the ground ready to do a quick step into the box on the right, to shoot the last three, of the five targets.
MrC was concerned on this stage as down on the practice range, when he had to move from one box to the other, he was inclined to skid on the loose dirt and empty brass which were in the shooter's box. But here he did OK and did not skid at all.
Doug showing how it is done.
MrC putting rounds down range as fast and accurately as he can.
Linda shooting the last stage.
Mike, Paul, Doug, Mike P, Eric, Hawk, Linda, Chase, Rich.
This little guy had both hands wrapped around a huge sandwich, and I was surprised to see him eat more than two thirds of it. The thought "hollow legs" came to mind.
Our rental car, a cute PT Cruiser with just 1400 miles on the clock had plenty of room for all the luggage we had brought with us. The car sure was dusty after our four days out at the range. I must say, I am sooooo happy we do not live in Valencia, the heat and dust almost did me in.
The eight stages and the side events were spread out over quite a distance so we drove the car to a few of the side events as it was too darned hot to walk. The side events were set up so anyone could enter for a chance to win a gun either by shooting the best time or by having a raffle ticket for every time they entered drawn at the award ceremony on Sunday.
Erik, one of the squad members knocking the paint off of the targets.
Doug showing his expertise.
After each squad member has finished his/her round, the targets are given a fresh coat of paint.
MrC and Keewee
Mike P putting time on the clock, and that does not mean he wants a lot of time on the clock when the round is over. The idea is to shoot and hit every target in the shortest time possible.
Rich making noise.
Paul doing his very best to shoot a good time.
Chase 19 years old, the youngest in our squad.
The range officer going over all the rules before the match begins.
This stage is similar to one I have shot here on Whidbey Island, and I was thinking to myself about this time, perhaps I should have been shooting this year. Perhaps next year I will be ready, which means plenty of practice, groannnn!! I am not one to do a lot of practice, which makes MrC roll his eyes and say, " I don't know how you shoot so well with so little practice"
I find I need to write all my activities and appointments in my calendar or I just plain forget.
Darian, being coached by her dad.
Let's not heat up our kitchens, place all the ingredients in your slow cooker, then go outside and enjoy the sunshine.
It seems Rocket is telling us we are no longer going to go away without him.
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